Things go south post Inca Trail. I don’t stop feeling awful and spewing green things for a at least a week. A pickpocket has his way with us on the way back to Cusco. We were really lucky that Dave and Ross palmed us some cash to get us through. Also, the emergency money transfer from America Express was a lifesaver.
We go from Aguas Calientes to Cusco to Lima to Buenos Aires, where I seriously consider kissing the ground upon arrival. We stay in our apartment for a few days, going out only for food and ear drops. I am almost human again.